A/N: This isn't actually the special chapter, I'm afraid. I am, unfortunately, sick again, and tired to boot. I tried to write a special, but it wasn't very special; until I've managed to get it down, this is just filler. Please feel completely free to ignore it; I'll take it down when the actual special is decent enough that I'm not ashamed of it.


Disclaimer: There are some universal rules. Everyone loves Raymond, everyone hates Chris, you will always get more of the crisps you don't like in a multi-pack, and I don't own Final Fantasy.

It's an oddment that, despite their vast catalogue of differences, it is their similarities that draw them together. Like, for example, the way that they will both fight to the death for the television remote. Or how they both wake up, mortified and with a headache, the morning after her birthday. Things like that.

Of course, there are many, many differences between them. Despite having a metal hand, he still manages to stick his little finger out when drinking tea. She has a far higher tendency to fall into petty larceny when bored. And he's certainly not the one who snuck into Reeve's office when he was having a nap and sticky-taped him to his chair.

Overall, though, it's the things they share that make them solid, make them whole. The one similarity that draws them closer than anything else? On that bright, sunny morning, so many years ago, they both said 'I do'.


A/N: Blah. Please excuse the suck. Kinda possibly set when Yuffie's old. I think. Like I said, might wanna ignore this.